and yet...just 2 miles down the road, our local medical office/clinic/ is less than cheery. it's possibly, even, exactly, downright scary.
and i never even knew. i've been driving about 15 miles up the freeway to another uptown area for all my previous appointments (and future ones). it's in a business/hospital district. it's newer and cleaner and overall, your standard suburban building. and i was never impressed. i never even noticed how good i had it. and then today happened and i thought as i was sitting in the crowded waiting room for 35 minutes, holy mother of shit, this is my last time here.
that is, until i have to birth this little river...
*yes, the birth center i'll be delivering at is a hop, skip and jump away from this clinic. it's not as bad, we've already taken a tour. but it's close and what if the cigarette smoke creeps into our serene birth center window?!
first, this building is old. OLD. as in, maybe it was there when san diego was first born. maybe it was the first clinic they built, maybe it used to be better...
the rooms are old and tiny and old. and the patrons. well...
the people on either side of me were life-long smokers and my god, that smell cannot be escaped.
the guy across from me coughed something like a lung up, multiple times and never once covered his mouth. he then ran into his friend and they started chatting. apparently, his friend has had some bad luck lately! his girlfriend has been dealing drugs from his apartment for two whole months AND she stole all his money. also, his back and stomach and legs hurt, real bad. they went out for a smoke after their prescriptions were filled.
"c'mon man, let's go have one outside."
20 minutes pass...it still smells like smoke in there.
then, in walks a girl, wearing a face mask, weighing at around 80 lbs.
she's probably 27 years old and easily 5'6" tall.
now we know that eating disorders are no joke but i'm surrounded by smokers, drug dealer acquaintances and now, a seemingly anorexic girl. and i'm pregnant. sitting there, with my basketball belly, trying to enjoy what is usually an exciting thing. when you're pregnant, check-ups and ultrasounds are money. they are the time tickers telling you you're getting closer, the days you get to hear your bunny's heartbeat, happy days. and this waiting room was cramping my steeze, y'all.
so yeah, i came, i saw, i'm over it.
i'm an uptown girl, apparently. or a snob.